Before this year, my best life was going to start in my forties after I had secured bags and achieved ‘stability’. Maybe somewhere on a private jet, sipping on champagne on my way to the Maldives. However, recent events in my life have made me question why I think my forties or even tomorrow is…

Until this year, I had done what needed to be done, the way they said it should be done and with the people they said it should be done with. I do not know if that was as a result of being the first born or just a disposition to take the safest path. What…

This might be the ubuntu in me speaking but I don’t think one can thrive in this world without help. Yet I have glorified not needing help so much that I have to keep fighting all my instincts to ask for it. Going into this year I knew I wouldn’t make it without help so…